Oh how I enjoyed those days in hospital after my three were born in the 1980s!
It was five days if bottle feeding, six days if breast feeding and ten days if you'd had a section.
Visitors were strictly limited to two at a time and only for an hour in the afternoon.
Only baby's father was allowed to visit in the evening.
All meals and drinks were provided, help and advice from caring midwives and nursery nurses was available whenever you needed it.
We all bonded with our baby, sharing stories and experiences with the other new mums.
No worries about what was going on at home.
I was told with my second that I could go home a day early, on the Sunday, but I knew my fuss-pot mother-in-law was at our house. She'd already visited me and seen the new baby.
I asked the staff if I could stay until the Monday as expected and planned.
Mother-in-law went home none the wiser, and my husband and our two year old came to the hospital to bring me and the new baby home. Perfect.
Looking back it was an invaluable time and I actually feel a bit sorry for today's new mums.
Earlier this year my daughter had a section on a Friday and was discharged on the Saturday, but the paperwork for her and her day-old baby took so long it was midnight before she actually got home. She was shattered.